When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man come stole the heart of mine
Come stole the heart of mine.
The gardener standing by, three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet and red rose, which I refused all three
Which I refused all three.
The pink snowflower at all, for it fades away to soon
The violet is too pale a hue, I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June.
In June the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for me
But then I'll pluck the red rose up and plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.
And the willow tree shall weep, and the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms that stole the heart of mine
That stole the heart of mine.
If I'm spared for one year more, and God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears to wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face
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When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man come stole the heart of mine
Come stole the heart of mine.
The gardener standing by, three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet and red rose, which I refused all three
Which I refused all three.
The pink snowflower at all, for it fades away to soon
The violet is too pale a hue, I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June.
In June the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for me
But then I'll pluck the red rose up and plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.
And the willow tree shall weep, and the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms that stole the heart of mine
That stole the heart of mine.
If I'm spared for one year more, and God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears to wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face
There came along a false young man come stole the heart of mine
Come stole the heart of mine.
The gardener standing by, three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet and red rose, which I refused all three
Which I refused all three.
The pink snowflower at all, for it fades away to soon
The violet is too pale a hue, I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June.
In June the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for me
But then I'll pluck the red rose up and plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.
And the willow tree shall weep, and the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms that stole the heart of mine
That stole the heart of mine.
If I'm spared for one year more, and God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears to wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face
Writer: . TRADITIONAL, MICHAEL PHILIP MCGLYNN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.